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Paper pushing...
Mar. 8th, 2004 11:26 pmI kept working Saturday night, sorting, filing, shredding, tidying, straightening. At 3am, I stopped and watched TV. By 6, I was sneezing like crazy, and my eyes wouldn't stop watering from all the dust I'd stirred up. As a reward for all that hard work, I took a few super strong, ultra drowsy-formula cold pills and went to bed. 30 minutes later I was dead. At 11:30am I woke up, looked at the clock, and remembered that I wanted to go to the Wiscon meeting. The Wiscon meeting that started at 11:30. Oh well...
The next time I rolled over it was 2 in the afternoon. Man, I'm likin' this sleep thing! Wish I could do it during the week. Wish I didn't have to take drugs to get more than three hours at a stretch.
At one point I dreamt I was a Civil War soldier, riding a horse through a swamp. I was looking for a fort or something, but I was in Madison. It was a hot summer morning, and I was a guy wearing a long heavy coat. I don't know where that dream came from...
I woke up again, and it was 5:30 in the afternoon. Time to get up. Felt great, still droopy from the cold pills, but with a huge sense of satisfaction with all that I got done. My mom called, and at that moment I realized that I hadn't spoken to another person since I left the office on Friday. On this particular weekend, that was OK. Next weekend, someone is having a party. I will see and talk to lots of people, and that will be OK too. It's quite a contradiction: I'm lonely as all get-out, yet I really enjoy my solitude sometimes. Go figure.
The next time I rolled over it was 2 in the afternoon. Man, I'm likin' this sleep thing! Wish I could do it during the week. Wish I didn't have to take drugs to get more than three hours at a stretch.
At one point I dreamt I was a Civil War soldier, riding a horse through a swamp. I was looking for a fort or something, but I was in Madison. It was a hot summer morning, and I was a guy wearing a long heavy coat. I don't know where that dream came from...
I woke up again, and it was 5:30 in the afternoon. Time to get up. Felt great, still droopy from the cold pills, but with a huge sense of satisfaction with all that I got done. My mom called, and at that moment I realized that I hadn't spoken to another person since I left the office on Friday. On this particular weekend, that was OK. Next weekend, someone is having a party. I will see and talk to lots of people, and that will be OK too. It's quite a contradiction: I'm lonely as all get-out, yet I really enjoy my solitude sometimes. Go figure.
